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It painted his knuckles, soaked into the torn silk of his cuffs, and clung to the hilt of the blade like it, too, was grieving.
Cassius stood motionless in the marble corridor—his breathing ragged and shallow. A gash slashed across his throat, not deep enough to kill, but far too close. His hand still trembled where the blade had nearly ended it all.
But he hadn’t done it.
Not yet.
He couldn’t.
Not while she still lay there—cold and alone. He ...
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